Don’t you just want to be alone sometimes?
All the time.
Yeah, but you’re weird.
It’s just, sometimes, I feel like – like…
Like you’re suffocated by conversation.
Yeah, exactly. It’s a build-up of words that mean nothing to me, surrounded by people that I care even less about.
It’s like a rock-slide, isn’t it? You’re dodging boulders the whole time, just waiting for one to crush you. But it’s a nightmare you can’t wake up from. You can’t escape. You’re tired and bleeding from the scrapes and cuts, but you can’t move. You’re trapped. What? Stop staring at me like that!
I can’t. Your mind – it’s pure magic.
The best people always are.
You sound like the Hatter.
My absolute favourite.
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.”
That sounds perfect right about now.
No pain is forever, you know? This – what you’re going through now, it always gets better.
Or it may get worse.
Perhaps, but that only means the better will be the best.
I’m being drained. All my “me” is being sucked right from my soul. And the worst part is, I’m the one doing it. I’ve pulled the plug and now all I can do is watch as it runs down the gutter.
Are you scared?
Terrified. I will wake up one morning, ten, twenty, thirty years from now and there I’ll be: an accumulation of everyone else except myself. I would have wasted my life, living everyone else’s.
What do you want to do?
Does it matter?
I don’t understand you. You tell me your greatest fears, but then sit back, helplessly, not wanting to do anything. You’re simply creating what you fear most.
But aren’t your fears inevitable realities? We all inadvertently create that which consumes our minds with angst.
If my mind is magic, yours most certainly is mad.
Mad is too an interesting term. My mind is mediocre. But mediocrity is the base of our society, so perhaps, I’ll thrive after all.